I will learn to consoleThe dying cylonWhose hopeHas binary slow turnedInto grief intoHearts we hid up our sleevesI didn't have to leaveI can seeI was hopeless and naiveNow I see now I seeMaking good on our planAs I stuck to my presetsNo offenseIt's just I never made amendsWith myselfI'll always see through this lensThe wires bind the stemsI will notShoot my valence through the airI am notOne of themTwo wordsI never thought they'd be the ones I'd chooseAnd I'll always follow throughFew turnsI never thought they'd be the ones of newsIt's closer than I ever knew
